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Just North of Dennison

.. My Grandma Ruth prit’neart raised 7 boys all by herself, in rural Ohio. Without a driver’s license. She washed the deeshes by hand each night, and ate fried feesh on Fridays. Grandpa walked the railroad tracks home every day, … Continue reading

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Dixie Cups

. light blue flower sips …………………….a thimbleful of water ……..as Gran tucks me in .

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